作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim
Craving hands carved in my back 
If love was present 
I'd make it crack 
Cynical tripping from here to there 
It'll turn out less painful if 
I don't care 
Sweetest dearie 
Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble 
Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire 
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden 
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell 
I need no love to define this climax 
All I need is pure 
Hollywood hell... 
Love is dead and hate ruins the set 
Eve goes down on the fair 
Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme 
I am the artist that paints the extreme... 
Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble 
Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle 
Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle... 
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden 
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell 
I need no love to define this climax 
All I need is pure 
Hollywood hell 
Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...